05-22-2007, 01:06 AM
OOC: Short, but I had to get something up before the show began...
With the low accompanying hum of machinery and gadgets far beyond Tapion?s realm of understanding the dual electronic doors slid apart into their adjacent hiding places inside of the very walls themselves. A faint ?tck? echoed as the Konat?s heavy combat boots made first contact with the plain tiled floor underneath him, the barrack?s newest occupant calmly walked past the man made threshold now behind him and into the vast white washed room he had been sent to.
To say the least, it was not the most visually pleasing atmosphere the non-transformer had ever been in. Four plain white walls enclosing forty four less then comfortable looking beds, the loud buzz of interaction lingering as most of the room?s occupants ideally chatted away waiting for the games to begin. Tapion grunted upon gazing out into the vast crowds scattered across the room, at a glance he saw no familiar faces and the faces he did see he found no interest in.
?Number 21, Tapion?? the dainty voice of a small framed young woman suddenly cut into the non-transformer?s consciousness. Retorting only with a slight nod of his head the crimson haired fighter acknowledged the women standing beside him whom he had now noticed wore a small Dante?s Abyss button pinned upon her red vest.
?Welcome to the barracks, you will be stationed here until the official festivities commence. Feel free to interact with your fellow participants until game time, but be aware that any fighting will result in your immediate removal from this competition.?
?Than~? before being allowed to slur out the last syllable of his chosen word the non-transformer was abruptly interrupted by the quick tongued women. ?Oh yeah!? she quickly blurted out, ?Your entry number is also the same number bed which you will be assigned, so you?ll be looking for cot number 21.?
Taking an extra moment to assure that the women had defiantly ended speaking this time Tapion then thanked the DA official and as quickly as his feet would carry him without making his hurried pace obvious began treading towards his assigned bed.
With the low accompanying hum of machinery and gadgets far beyond Tapion?s realm of understanding the dual electronic doors slid apart into their adjacent hiding places inside of the very walls themselves. A faint ?tck? echoed as the Konat?s heavy combat boots made first contact with the plain tiled floor underneath him, the barrack?s newest occupant calmly walked past the man made threshold now behind him and into the vast white washed room he had been sent to.
To say the least, it was not the most visually pleasing atmosphere the non-transformer had ever been in. Four plain white walls enclosing forty four less then comfortable looking beds, the loud buzz of interaction lingering as most of the room?s occupants ideally chatted away waiting for the games to begin. Tapion grunted upon gazing out into the vast crowds scattered across the room, at a glance he saw no familiar faces and the faces he did see he found no interest in.
?Number 21, Tapion?? the dainty voice of a small framed young woman suddenly cut into the non-transformer?s consciousness. Retorting only with a slight nod of his head the crimson haired fighter acknowledged the women standing beside him whom he had now noticed wore a small Dante?s Abyss button pinned upon her red vest.
?Welcome to the barracks, you will be stationed here until the official festivities commence. Feel free to interact with your fellow participants until game time, but be aware that any fighting will result in your immediate removal from this competition.?
?Than~? before being allowed to slur out the last syllable of his chosen word the non-transformer was abruptly interrupted by the quick tongued women. ?Oh yeah!? she quickly blurted out, ?Your entry number is also the same number bed which you will be assigned, so you?ll be looking for cot number 21.?
Taking an extra moment to assure that the women had defiantly ended speaking this time Tapion then thanked the DA official and as quickly as his feet would carry him without making his hurried pace obvious began treading towards his assigned bed.
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